Skagit River, Washington, USA

The World Rivers project caught my eye more than a year ago, flashes of white fabric and flowing rivers, people touching rivers with adventure and discovery. — Sandi Lee @WakingDreamArtwebsite 

I knew I wanted to do that dance with the Skagit, a magnificent river, designated by Congress as one of the “Wild and Scenic River Systems”. Starting in Canada, the Skagit River is fed by hundreds of glaciers, flows dramatically from the rugged Cascade Mountains, past ancient forests, cascading past two volcanoes, three dams, dividing into a north and south fork, and wearing different looks as it meanders past towns, tulip farms, and other agriculture in the Skagit delta. Finally, after spreading across sloughs, tideflats and estuaries, the two parts of the river empty into a bay leading to the Salish Sea.(map)

The Skagit, third largest river in the West (The Columbia and Snake are the first two), is part of a rich ecosystem. There is significance in the river home for 5 varieties of native salmon and a variety of intriguing bird life that includes the largest wintering bald eagle population in the continental U.S., and thousands of migrating snow geese and trumpeter swans.

I marvel at the variety of gorgeous river colors of the Skagit. (influenced by location, mineral deposits, lighting, flow, seasons…)

The river flows past an 11,000 year history of Coast Salish tribes like the Swinomish and Skagit, and I imagine the river listening intently to the Lushootseed language then and now.

more on Vi Hilbert, treasured Upper Skagit elder:
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I loved finding out more about how the Skagit River has been home and inspiration for artists of all types. From Jack Kerouac writing about the Skagit in *Dharma Bums*, to Tom Robbins’ residency in the Skagit river town of LaConnor, to the artist community of poets and painters in the once-upon-a-time, “Fishtown“, the river becomes a partner in creations.

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I ‘ve thoroughly enjoyed making Skagit River sojourns over the years, from river rafting trips, eagle watching, hikes, to hanging out by the river in the little towns it travels through.

So where to dip the river cloth?  I thought I’d like to take the fabric to where I hadn’t been before- where this river meets the sea. But during an exquisite day of traipsing around the Skagit basin area, my friend Douglas and I realized that the river was harder to access through private land and sloughs. We didn’t have a boat. Just as we were about to give up for the day and driving out, we came upon a spot that was inviting.

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The river in this area felt calm, quiet and peaceful. The reflective water was already holding white cloud fabric, but easily welcomed our sinuous cloth as another member of the floating dance of river poetry. We played, floating on possibilities and reveries.

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The cloth came back to where I live and I told some of my neighbors about the project. I explained to the neighbor children that the world-rivers project was about taking care with rivers and being creative about it. They were curious and happy to help honor the cloth that held that idea .

I told them to be careful, but it was up to them to decide how they wanted to wear the river regalia; the only rule was to not let the cloth touch the ground. They liked the challenge and had to find a way to work together and move. The children covered themselves with the long fringed fabric, giggled, negotiated, and transformed into a dancing white river dragon. Naturally it was very fun, and fine instruction to grown-ups on how to get something done.

And finally since I didn’t send the cloth off right away, I thought it could use a bit of energetic fluffing before mailing. So what better way than an ocean trip, where it flew in the very windy marine air, feeling now like a flying cloud dragon that touched river, ocean and imagination.

It was a good journey, and one that continues. — Sandi Lee @WakingDreamArt

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10-Mile Creek, New York, USA

10-Mile Creek, Rensselaerville, NY, USA, Kathrene Tiffany, Charlotte Riggs, Will Keyser, Nick Powley, and a dog named Ceasar ♡ may he rest in peace.

Willamette River, Oregon, USA

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“Being a new transplant to Oregon from dry New Mexico I was immediately drawn to all the water that surrounds Portland. Water seems to be flowing from every pore of this city. There are bubbling public water fountains on sidewalks and in parks and numerous waterfalls, creeks, lakes, and rivers. It is obvious that Portland was built and runs on water. My public water supply is even a local river, it is untreated and tastes wonderful.

The closest water source to my house is the Willamette RIver and it is the heart of Portland. It flows through the middle of the city under a multitude of bridges that keep the city connected. It is Oregon’s largest river and, by volume, is the 13th largest river in the US. One of the things that makes it unique is that it flows south to north where it meets and joins forces with the mighty Columbia River.

When I began to explore Portland I was immediately struck by how close water was and how it surrounded the city. It seemed easily accessible, but as I tried to get close I realized that the waters edge seemed to be guarded by industry. For a town that was built on timber it made sense that everything would radiate from the waters edge, but I assumed that you would have a multitude of access points. Don’t get me wrong there are parks and areas that you can get to the water but they seem smaller, fewer and far between than I would have thought.

I was elated upon finding the closest park that allowed river side access but that moment faded quickly as I saw the signs warning of toxic fish and heavy pollution. This section of river that is closest to my home and my new stomping grounds is know as the Portland Harbor. In doing a bit of research I quickly learned that this particular area of river is a designated Superfund cleanup site and has been horribly mistreated. A wide variety of pollutants such as raw sewage, heavy metals and pesticides had been poured into this 12 mile section of the river for quite sometime. I have hope that the EPA, the Oregon Department of Environmental Quality and the local industries that are responsible for the river will fulfill its cleanup promise, which is currently in the works.

I do still love being near the water and thrive on seeing the associated wildlife, but can’t help but feel sad for the health of this wonderful landscape that I call home.” — Artist, Jenna Gersbach, aka MyHungryEye; Website and Blog

Yampa River, Colorado, USA

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The Yampa River flows out of the very high Flat Tops near Steamboat Springs, Colorado and is one of the main tribuaries to the Green River near the border in Utah. This summer the river flowed so fast and so high due to the tremendous snow melt. On June 21, 2011 my family drove towards Steamboat via Rabbit Ears Pass and there converged spring bicycle riders and cross country skiers. The snow cover at the pass was complete across the meadows and I mused that I should have brought my snowshoes instead of my hiking boots. Below, in the valley, in Steamboat the snow melt plummeted through Fish Creek Falls and Soda Creek and Elk River–all feeding in the Yampa River which was pounding and overflowing all over the city. Rocks we had picnicked on last summer at Fish Creek Falls (see picture) were now submerged under feet of white water (see picture), and spray from the falls dropped the air temperature by at least 20 degrees when you got down to the raucous stream.
The Yampa overflowed in many places and the sound of it pounding was relentless and loud. In town the pedestrian tunnel going under the railroad tracks and along the river was flooded to its ceiling (see picture)so people trudged across the tracks and over the crushed chain-linked fence.
Tubing and rafting were prohibited and/or restricted because of its speed, and force. Sometimes there was no room to pass under the bridges in a water vessel. We watched in awe and would not dare take my dog off his leash for fear he would join the numerous dogs swept away to their deaths with the force of the rapids. My shirt that we took to the Yampa to soak got jammed into some rocks with a fury, thus the smudges from a river I suspect was very clean from newly melted snow that fell months ago during winter. – Jena and Athena